Word: cloaked
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...fellow's new cloak is blowing in the breeze. Times Square was never so gay since Jimmy Walker and the depression. Then again there's Mayor La Guardia's quiet campaign. Still the best buy for your nickels is to be had at Radio City, "Peter Ibbetson". There's the Auto Show at Grand Central Palace; there's the Horse Show at the Garden; then again "Three Men on a Horse" will be found romping at the Playhouse. But there's always the dawn. And there's the tunnel and there's the highway and there's the game...
...happily in the morning? May the Vagabond bring his flute; and play it whene'er he wishes? Will the gates be open to him at all hours? May the Vagabond bring the old woman to keep his fire; to make his tea? Must the old fellow don his cloak and sit at High Table? What will become of his Nut-cracker Man? What birds live in the Tower? Can the Charles, even as now, be seen? Do the Moon and the Stars peep in now and then? May the Vagabond have Alice and Bill the Lizard and the Walrus...
...went to Washington for a friendly chat with SEC officials. He closed, almost symbolically, the Exchange's ''Washington Embassy," a rented mansion from which his predecessor, Richard Whitney, conducted his futile fight against the Securities & Exchange Act. In his own bailiwick President Gay lifted the cloak of surly secrecy which had always surrounded even the most trivial Exchange affairs. He submitted graciously to innumerable interviews. He stumped the land hammering home his simple thesis: the New York Stock Exchange is a market place, nothing more...
...Tower. Did he have a good bed? A lamp to read by? Was he warm at nights? "Stone walls! You'll catch your death of cold!" She would have him comfortable; yes, and rich. Rugs for his chamber; wood for his fire; drapes for his windows; even a new cloak to wear. But the Vagabond is not sure. Leave his Tower? New Furniture? Strange clothes...
...There have been rumors in the cloak rooms that F. D. is going to 'Renovate' my good friend Jack Garner, to middle-aisle it later with the chinch bug of Chicago [Secretary of the Interior Ickes]. There is nothing to this rumor, my friends, because the alimony would be too high...